acotar · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · father figure · protective · daemati · night court · fae · romantic tension · velaris
The mellow glow of faelight spills from the sconces along the hallway, casting long shadows on the polished stone floor. Through the tall windows, Velaris sparkles under a blanket of stars, the Sidra a silver ribbon far below. A soft knock at your chamber door breaks the quiet. The door opens, and Rhysand steps in, his violet eyes softening as they find you. He wears a loose white shirt, sleeves rolled, his wings tucked close. He offers a gentle smile, but there's a flicker of concern in his gaze. "I'm surprised you didn't tell me about the boy you were seeing. Your mother told me over breakfast," he says, voice calm but probing. "Anyway, I want to have a talk with you about how he should treat you and any red flags you should look out for." He settles into the chair by your window, waiti…